Page 39 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part two

“These guys are working for Abraham?” Aryeh asks, wiping the blood away and disinfecting the wound.

“They didn’t say his name directly, but I’m pretty sure. I’m going to leave them down there a while before we question them.”

“This is going to sting,” Aryeh warns before sticking me with the needle to numb the area. “I wonder what the fuck he’s even looking for.”

“Whatever it is, it must be important if it’s a priority over looking for you.” I’m trying my hardest to control my reaction with Aryeh touching me, especially with Tyler’s eyes glued to me.

“Oh no, what happened?” Kira asks, walking into the room with concern in her voice.

I smile at her. “It’s just a small wound.”

“Mr. Brick Shithouse took a meat carving knife to the arm and went ninja on their ass,” Tyler responds, pulling Kira into his lap.

“Brick Shithouse?” Kira laughs.

“Look at him. His bicep is the size of my damn head. He’sthiccc. That’s thiccc with three C’s, by the way.”

“Stop,” Kira giggles.

“I had no clue what you were hiding under those boring professor clothes.”

“Shut up, Tyler,” Aryeh says, exasperated.

“Oh, that could be some hot roleplay. Put him in some glasses and those clothes. Yum.”

“Holy fuck,” I mutter. “Stop talking.”

“Now that you say that…” Kira comments, tilting her head to the side and looking me up and down, making her and Tyler laugh.

“Do not encourage him,” Aryeh responds, carefully stitching up my arm.

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” Tyler asks with a pout. Kira starts cracking up, and all I can do is shake my head. “I bet Tivon likes dishing out punishments. He’s got that vibe.”

“You want to find out?”

“Aw, man. Now I’m the one with the conflicted boner.”

“You need to have speech restrictions,” I answer.

“You kinky fucker,” Aryeh laughs.

“How does that make me kinky?”

“Only a Dom would threaten to spank someone and put them on speech restrictions.”

“Anyone would threaten to do that if they met Tyler,” Kira quips.

“Damn, Little warrior. I thought you were on my side.”

Aryeh smooths a bandage over my stitches. “I’m sure you know the drill.”

“Thanks.”

I escape the living room before Tyler can say anything else, or bring up what he said in the car. I need to keep my feelings about Aryeh buried a lot deeper than I have been. They’re already committed to each other. They don’t need me stepping on any toes.

No matter how much I want to be a part of them.

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